"Risa, my great writer Risa! Oh my God! A Husky dog just appeared in my house! My!My! He’s so damn pretty! Those sharp eyes, that shiny hair, I can’t! I just can’t help myself from trying to kiss him...burrrrrrp!"

This loud liquor burp coming from the other side of the cell phone pushed Risa over the edge; reluctantly she just shut the laptop that was playing a video of hot male body builders, and put on an overcoat and rushed out to the drunkard,Aster’s home, which would take 40 minutes by taxi, while holding the phone and roaring.

"Aster, I knew you would end up like this! What about the promise of only one bottle of wine, never getting drunk? You are freaking wasted now! And opening your freaking door to strangers in the middle of the night? Are you insane? Rapists and robbers are everywhere! You are asking for it!! Now shut up and pull yourself together! Let go of that dog unless you want to get bitten!"

The phone was hung up after she was done yelling, leaving only the beep-beep sound.

Meanwhile, Aster pushed herself up against the bedside after hanging up and swept the empty bottles and cans with her feet; there was flush on both of her cheeks, and her beautiful crystal clear eyes were blurring as hell.

She staggered to the big silver-white fluffy object at the bedroom door with every difficult step.

And she even greeted it cheerfully as she waddled, "Hey, little doggie, nice to meet you! You look so pretty that I," she patted her chest and promised most solemnly, "I’ve decided to keep you and raise you! For sure! Come, let mommy give you a kiss, muah... We’re going to be families who love and cherish each other for-ever!"

Virtually it was only five steps away, but she was so drunk that she needed to spend an eternity.

In the meantime, Adalwolf was in the wolf form, sitting straight up at the door, watching this hammered woman before him, filled with doubts-what is a Husky anyway?

Mistook a wolf for a Husky dog?

Does he look like a Husky?

Who the hell else on earth could bear the resemblance to him? Adalwolf Delmont, illustrious wolf king of all time.

And keep him? Even tried to kiss him?

Huh...

This innocent and foolish alcoholic woman.

The king does not need to be raised! And act so frivolously to me?

He was here today to take her pitiful life!

In a moment of a changing of mind, his amber colored eyes suddenly showed penetrating coldness.

Aster right?

What I should have never allowed to happen was to let you swallow my spirit essence,which only by killing you I would take back.

You are dead for sure today!

He was poised to it, grabbing her by her slender neck, making sure to kill her by one bite, thus taking back his spirit essence.

Just when he’d chosen the right time and was on his feet to jump, the woman fell down towards him.

"OH!"

Before he could react, he heard a cry-out and found himself totally under the weight of her.

Holy... this woman looks small but god she’s heavy! And stinky!

Under her body, a feeling of loathing rose from him all at once.

"Ah-ha, little hussie, here you are, in my arms. you are so warm and soft, and so fluffy! Feels so good!" Aster’s eyes were all dizzy and blurry and filled with joy. She sat up suddenly and pulled her big baby boy into her arms, and in her highest spirits she yelled with such great enthusiasm, " the Fathers kept cats for rats, and I’m keeping this prettie for pettie !"

Wha...whaaaaat?!

Pettie?

This stupid woman mistook him for a pet dog!?

Instantly Adalwolf felt rage storming in his chest; he stared at her neck, wondering how to kill her to make her suffer the most.

His mouth opened wide, showing his sharp fangs.

However, in the blinking of an eye, Aster had already picked up his pretty doggie face, cupped her hand around his wide-open mouth and kissed onto it.

What the readers can only imagine was that the pupils of these murderous and penetrating amber-like eyes of the king-appearanced wolf, whose silver fur shimmered in the cold air, dilated suddenly; his face stunned, his already downward tail curled and shook.

In a word, he was overwhelmed and lost, defeated like a frightened dog.

"Hey, what’s wrong? You like mom’s sweet kisses? You seem to have really enjoyed it! Come on son, come, I think you have to share my bed today. Com on! Don’t be shy! With mommy, you are going to have great dog food and big warm bed!" Aster sprang to her feet while mumbling, and with unbelievable power she took his two legs on the same side and dragged him towards the bed, peering while walking, "Wow little Hussie, I can see you little weenie, squeezed inside the hair. Small!"

At this point, Aster heaved him up and shook him, a burp filled with stinky breath came out. She lowered her head and comforted, "But you don’t worry. When it’s necessary, I will DEFINITELY find you a female hussie, who would not mind your little weenie, and let you have it!"

All being said, she took a deep breath, swung him hard onto the bed, "here you go!"

"Awoo..."

Adalwolf was thrown onto the bed, and his head got hit on the nightstand, ouch!!

Swiftly he pulled himself together and posed to attack; the fierce desire of killing rose within his chest.

Bloody woman! Shamed me in such a unpardonable way! Surely I would make you suffer!

Aster could barely hear the dreadfulness in his growling. She bit his index finger and smiled, "Well, you Huskies howl neither like wolfs nor dogs, quite cute..."

Then she opened up her arms and threw herself towards the fluffy animal, "catch me, doggie!"

No sooner had she realized what had happened than she started to feel a sharp pain in the neck and screamed heavily, meanwhile, she became sober for one second, and saw one pair of dreadful amber-like eyes looming before; she was confused yet startled subconsciously, then darkness came over and she passed out completely.

Never could the fainted Aster notice that, now the so called Hussie was pressing brutally against her collarbone and his penetrating icy eyes stared nowhere else but at her neck, mouth slightly open, showing his gleaming lines of fangs; he opened his mouth and went towards her slender white neck.

Intimidating suppression was filled in the air around him.

Just when his fangs were biting into her skin, there came a furious ringing from the door.

Who would visit at this time of night?

Adalwolf winced and snarled. He turned and jumped off the bed.

And disappeared into the room.

Because instead of ringing the bell, the one outside started breaking the lock.